My life

This past weekend we spent going through my husband’s grandmother’s estate.  While there were many larger items her other grandchildren were going through, and things already spoken for, my attention was more in her sewing room.
Grandma Ruth used to own her own shop.  I didn’t know her back then, and my husband and I have been together 31 years.   In her modest home, in one of her spare bedrooms, she still had the sewing equipment from those days.  There were monster machines of all types  I couldn’t even begin to know how to operate. But she did.   One of the machines was an old electric sewing machine that was in a gorgeous old, and well worn, cabinet.  I was lucky enough to get that.  Inside were gobs and gobs of buttons.  It was obvious that a lot of these buttons were saved from old clothes.  Just snipped off of the piece of clothing, so as not to waste. 

I just loved these old metal bobbins.

One question I kept hearing from different people as I wandered from room to room “when I’m gone, I wonder what they’ll see of mine”.  I hadn’t really thought about that before, but seeing how I kept hearing it… It made me wonder , what will they conclude about my life when they go through my “things”.
What will my possessions say about me “when I’m gone” ? Will they wonder when they see my quilt collection, my teacup and teapots, my dust (threw that in to see if you were paying attention)…will they say “she sure put a lot of stock in “stuff”, or will they see a home that loved, cared for and prayed for others?  Do my possessions accurately describe the “me” I am?

Be Sweet